This is not our finest hour visually, emotionally, or otherwise. Still, within minutes of piling into a concrete room, something shifts.

No one cares what you do, where you pray, or how you vote. Pajamas with Minnie Mouse? Completely acceptable. In the shelter, you are simply one of us.

And then, almost instinctively, we become softer, better versions of ourselves.

Someone becomes the........

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